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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used
to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters
sand and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my
souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure
chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation
I
count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken
heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the
teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my
souvenirs |
There's nothing left for me
Of days that used
to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters
sand and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my
souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure
chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation
I
count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken
heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the
teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my
souvenirs |
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